Sunrise has shaped the city These streets have sculpted my mind Alone he rushes without sorrow or love A grinding smile Teardrops depict his face Within the rainbow's tale The beauty of a sharp-edged field Unveiling the unreachable treasure Where others behold the wasteland Listen to the wind devouring the golden strings A wandering life of joy and grace Thank Lord for the man who is perky He who sings of a bright morning Consumed by the golden waves of ecstasy Pain throughout the mundane night He treads on pierces of shattered glass I detest the skies for they enlighten this being He who knows nothing but his will He who melts his flesh as his hopes lash away The great myths of men Tomorrow's blistering child The undying agony of not knowing The insatiable path to ignorance Under the deepest nightmare I let myself wonder Whose shadow walks that path? Mine or his? On their very last will We shall shift the tides We just want to feel the flood The rivers causing the soil to avulse Unpleasantries of human existence The abolishment of suffering May he rip these walls at last Within the beat of a pathetic pulse This won't matter to them as everyone's gone To abolish his venom towards his kind He shall crawl through this passage A wretched servant A vanquished carcass To exist in this world Misunderstanding yourself Let the universe hang your corpse The authentic therapy for your dormancy Self-hypnotic dirge The potential of everlasting fulfillment Conscious mastery in leading damnation The pursuit of what's already lost The dormancy in a shackled nightmare